Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem about the ginormous tan station wagon I drove in high school, nicknamed "the Battlewagon," because it was a tank--six seats, made by union labor in the United States out of solid steel with terrible gas mileage (about eight miles to the gallon in town), alignment problems, and a monster V-8 engine prone to overheating--in Oklahoma, where it gets very hot in the summer.
It looked something like this:
http://www.chooseyouritem.com/classi...00/111946.html
only more battered.
Quincy
[This message has been edited by Quincy Lehr (edited July 25, 2006).]